Title: Fog Bank: The Complete Story
Author: Leigh McQueen
Blurb: Dark and erotic turns deadly when an ancient predator begins hunting among modern humanity. How do you stop a hunter that is as elusive as fog and can use your darkest fantasies against you as weaknesses?
Excerpt:
The dream was similar to the ones before. The stranger sat in the shadows.
The orchestra played an intense piece, dramatic and difficult. Eva thought she recognized the fourth movement of Dvorak’s New World Symphony. It was hard to decide on the exact movement because the crowd below was noisy as if the concert had not already started. The resulting din disoriented her.
Her attention was distracted from the concert as she was caressed by the stranger’s gaze. Her breath caught. He rose from his seat and approached her. He was holding a perfect red rose.
He ran the blossom along her body and she moaned. He dropped the rose on the floor, gripped her hands, and pulled her to her feet. He turned her away from him, toward the railing of the balcony. With his hands on her waist, he guided her to the railing where she looked over the edge and down at the audience below.
The crowd quieted and looked up at her expectantly. She saw a sea of faces.
She gasped as the stranger suddenly pushed her forward at the waist and she was bent over the rail. He pushed her dress up and slid her panties down. She could feel cool air drifting over her naked buttocks and her exposed nether region.
Slowly, she felt herself being filled as he entered her from behind. He began to stroke slowly at first. The audience below watched as she found herself caught up in a whirling ecstasy. He began to thrust harder and faster.
She gripped the balcony rail for fear of being pushed over the top. She screamed her climax as the audience below watched and seconds later she felt his telltale shudder within her. When he was finished, he pulled her up straight and ripped her dress from her.
She cried out and tried in vain to cover herself with her hands. Her face flamed with the heat of humiliation. She was naked and exposed before the crowd. He whispered, “Mine,” into the delicate cup of her ear just before he lifted her and threw her from the balcony.
She screamed as she fell but it was cut short as she was caught by hundreds of waiting, hungry hands. She was lowered, almost reverently, to the carpeted aisle. Then, the crowd descended upon her and she found herself being caressed and kissed.
Her arms and legs were spread open wide and every inch of her explored intimately. She was made to climax again and again until she was nearly mad. The individuals in the crowd were whispering a single word repeatedly, “Mine.”
She heard the word over and over in overlapping waves of whispers: Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine ….
In the middle of one screaming orgasm, she awoke.
She was in the living room, splayed naked on the couch. She noticed bruises all over her. She was shaky and sore. She drew up in a ball and wept.
I’m losing my mind .
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